Fight, Xanax. Same Thing

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Work was super busy yesterday, as Mondays tend to be, and while there was certainly enough work to justify OT, the manager strangely did not approve it. Whatev. I went down to Cost Plus, but they didn't have what I was looking for, and then just hung out in front of the studio with Karla until the rest of the cast got there to shoot "The Dirty Dirty Durwood Show". Shoot went well, and I got home about 8. No Ken, and no note. I keep forgetting to tell him that I'd like him to leave a note, but I was hungry and cranky, so instead I waited about 30 min. and called. He was at The Loft with David, but was going to head over to The Caliph. I almost tapped out, but I'm glad I went. The singer there is outstanding, and Marcus showed up! It was a decent time, though we stayed a little long. Got home around 11:30, and even though my body was tired, my mind was still racing. Ken was upset to find out that I had taken a Xanax the night before, much less that I wanted one now. He'd had a GOD AWFUL day at work, so that one tiny thing ballooned into a HUGE fight that spanned several topics. Not a bad thing, in my opinion - clears the air. Except that I had trouble getting words in edgewise, so it's not really two-way communication. I hadn't had much to drink (2 Long Islands over the course of 4 hours), but I was just tipsy enough to not give so much as an inch, even on things I knew were petty. Eventually, I sobered enough to stop being so combative (which for me means keeping silent instead of retorting...mmmmm..torte.....), and things calmed down. Got a good night's sleep, at any rate.